Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.